Repetition. Routine.

Helloooooo. A while ago now I wrote a post called "Time" and in the post I mentioned how it was different and not something I was not 100% was worth worth posting. Anyway, despite that, I've decided to post something similar today. It actually started out as a piece of writing I was supposed to do for English, an autobiography task. I ended up kind of liking the way it was written and so I adapted it for this post. Here it is...

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Repetition. Routine. Repetition. Routine. Repetition. Routine.

It makes you efficient, right? It allows you to do more, to achieve more, all in the same amount of time. Theoretically speaking that is.

The art of repeating, drilling into yourself what you've always done and in turn improving, doesn't exactly sound bad. In fact, for some people, it's probably ideal.

Now, unless you're completely and utterly spontaneous, chances are you have a routine. For me, it consists of waking up, going to school, normally having something on after school, doing homework, followed by an hour of, well.. spontaneous time I guess. This is closely followed by an eight to nine hour time period spent doing the exact opposite of what an owl would be in those particular moments.

Of course, things happen in between all these activities, but to you, they're irrelevant. The tasks, the hours I spend could be swept away, forcefully sucked into a black hole, and you'd be none the wiser.

I guess that's the great thing about there being seven billion people scattered like seeds on the earth. We're all just a single pixel on a screen the size of Russia, a blade of grass, standing tall, yet surrounded by green.

You might want to be a different coloured pixel or see if you can avoid succumbing to the jaws of a black and white (maybe brown), four-legged mammal.

Maybe you can get there through repetition and routine or maybe, just maybe, it'll take a slither of spontaneity.

Maybe that's not what you want at all, but isn't it something we should all at least consider: the possibility of doing something different; the endless possibilities that could emerge, should you not practice repetition and routine?

In my mind, repetition and routine are the safety blanket, the fire extinguisher blasting the flames of the unknown, dousing them, drowning them.

Now, I'm not saying that repetition and routine are something I'd ever consider completely eliminating from my life, but at the same time, I'd hate for them to be my life.


I hope you found this somewhat inspiring, maybe motivational? Anyway, I'd love to know what you think of this post, and if it's a style you'd like to see more of, feel free to critique :)

Thanks for reading,

Katie XO